Welcome to my new fic and the first one for my new account! For the first time ever, I'm going to try and and write in 3rd person as I've been told going from pov to pov isn't as professional as 3rd person. But hell, I'll give it a try and see how I, and you readers, like it! Please note, not every single thing is going to be exact to the show, those of you that have read my writing before know that I like to add my own spin to things :) Please favourite and follow! And review too, they're helpful and very appreciated! Enjoys lovelies!

Jessie's running from her past, her brother's holding onto it. That's why she won't go in the Hale house but he'll stay living in it. Neither of them can face and accept the truth. Nothing they do will bring their family or their older sister Laura back. But there is something they can do, get revenge. With Scott comes a certain Stilinski. He trips and manages to get under Jessie's skin, but is that a good or bad thing? Set in season 1.

Laura - 24

Derek - 22

Jessie - 18

Stiles/Scott/Jackson/Allison/Lydia- 17

All teens are doing their senior year!

Jessie squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to meet the eyes of the girl laying in the dirt. The dead, lifeless, clouded grey eyes of the girl. The girl in half. Her sister in half. She swallows thickly, sitting down in the dirt, keeping her eyes firmly squeezed shut as she tries to block out the horror bestowed before her.

"We have to go." Come's her older brother's voice from behind her. His voice is cold but unsteady as he tries to mask his own emotions as not to break in front of his sister. "Jessie, we're leaving." Derek says. Jessie slowly opens her eyes and is relieved to see those dead eyes belonging to Laura are no longer in her own sight. But the smell..it still hangs in the air. Jessie might not be a werewolf like her brother but even her human nose can smell the blood that's been split into the dirt. Laura's blood. Jessie makes the mistake of looking over to her brother. He holds their sister's torso in his arms. Jessie immediantly averts her eyes away from her brother and sister's body, summoning the strength to not curl into the dirt and throw up the sandwich she ate earlier in the day. "Jess, come on." Her brother says, softer, because he can see exactly how hard all this is for her. Jessie nods and pulls herself to her feet, her legs feeling somewhat similar to jelly.

Jessie numbly threads wolfsbane flowers into the weaves of a rope as her brother digs a grave a few meters away from her. She's struggling to hold herself together, she silently weeps, letting the tears roll down her reddening cheeks. Derek doesn't let any fall, he doesn't even let anything show. No tears. No grief. Nothing. He's just a blank face and squared shoulders that shovel away at a grave. Jessie hates it when he gets like this. She shuts her eyes, thinking back to their last proper conversation.

"Derek..I haven't heard from Laura in awhile now." Jessie tells her brother, walking into his room. He looks up from his book.

"She knows what she's doing. She'll be fine." He says.

"Yeah, and she always checks in every 2 hours." She reminds him. "It's been 6 Derek, something's wrong."

"She's fine." He says, starting to sound annoyed.

"Laura left the car to us both, right?" Jessie asks. He nods. She snatches the keys off his tan dresser. "You've got 5 minutes to get your crap together. Otherwise, i'm leaving without you." She informs him, turning and walking away without waiting for any kind of response. One thing you'll come to know about the Hales, the only ones who can tell them what to do is them.

As she looks back at the conversation, she remembers how agitated he sounded. Maybe he sensed something was wrong too, he just didn't want to accept it. Noone wants to accept that someone they care about, someone they love, is in any kind of trouble or danger. But both Hales were right. Laura was in trouble, she was in danger.

'Someone's going to pay for this. Someone's going to die for this.' Is all Jessie can think.

She looks up when she hears Derek walk over. He extends his hand out and she hands the flowered rope up to him. Derek takes it and walks back over to the grave. He has to be the one to do this part, to put the vendetta spiral in place. While her brother has his back to her, Jessie launches from the dirt, taking off into the dark, drowning amoungst the trees. She can't bury her own sister, she just..can't. Her older sister, her caregiver..she can't do it. She runs to the only other place in the Beacon Hills Reserve that she's ever known as home.

Her older sister's one bedroom cottage in the woods.

Jessie blows out a shaky breath as she sits down on the stairs of the small cottage. She fiddles with the spare key, from under the mat, with her fingers. She doesn't know if she's ready to go inside yet. Just knowing it's her's and she lived her..Jessie's still trying to swallow her sister's murder. Laura began dating someone before the fire, she got this little place for privacy. Jessie can understand that, living in a big house with a huge family, half of them werewolves with werewolf hearing, it can be..cramped. Jessie and her mother, Tahlia, were the only ones that knew about this place. Laura was quite a private person, but she trusted her mother completely and her and her little sister shared a bond a little more profound then that with other members of her family. Jessie often stayed here with her sister, when her family fought or she just needed some space from the large group of Hales that occupied the Hale manor.

Jessie isn't suprised when she hears the familiar sound of heavy boots walking through the forest's leaf litter covering the dirt. But that doesn't mean she's happy with it either. She rubs her hand down her face, trying to erase her tears but her brother has long seen them and smelt the salt of them in the air. She tries to ignore her brother's presence, needing to be alone for a little while, to mourn..alone.

"What are you doing here?" Derek finally speaks up after a lengthy uneasy silence.

"This was Laura's secret place." The younger girl informs her brother, keeping her head down as she tries to stop the tears forcing their way to her eyes and down her cheeks.

"What?" He asks.

"All those times Laura went to a 'friend's place'..she came here. This was her home away from home." Jessie says. "Mine too." She adds, finally looking up at her brother. "I'm staying here."

"In a shack?" Derek questions. Jessie's face morphs with anger, not all directed at Derek but he's the only one here to feel it.

"And living in our burnt down house is any better?" She shoots back. Her brother's jaw twitches with his own anger.

Jessie doesn't want to fight with her brother, she wants, she needs, to mourn. But ever since the two remaining Hale silbings left New York with worry for their older sister, things have been shaky between them. The worry, the concern and the fear, now the hurt, the two need space from each other but the problem is, they're relying on each other for comfort. Those two things cancel each other out, all that remains in the angry hurt, making them both irritable to unknown levels. There's been too much stress and tension around them, and now that they know the truth about what happened to their sister, there's anger and hurt thrown into the mixture. All of emotions bubble away inside of both Hales, dangerously close to spilling over. Derek hides it though and that annoys Jessie, no actually, it hurts her. The least he could do is show he gives a damn that they just lost their older sister, their only other living relative besides Peter. But no, he puts up a big wall and blocks everything and everyone out. Including Jessie. And she's done with it. She's done pretending to be strong when everything is falling apart around her. She's been hanging on by a thread for a long time, Laura's death was the final straw. It was hard after the fire for them both, you have no idea how hard, but they managed to hold on because Laura made them. And now she's gone and it feels like that hold is gone with her, leaving a broken little sister and a closed-off younger brother in it's wake. Jessie needs a shoulder to cry on as much as the stubborn girl hates to admit it. She needs comfort. She needs some form of stability to help her get through this terrible tragety. She needs her brother. And what does she have instead? A broody, pensive werewolf who wouldn't even dream of hugging his crying baby sister and promising her everything's going to be okay. She understands that he's hurting too and he deals with that differently to her but he can't do this to her, he can't shut her out. He can't cave in on himself, not now, not when she needs him more than she ever has before. But he is, so things aren't getting any better between the brother and sister, they're actually getting worse.

"You know what Derek? If I wanted your opinion, or for you to come and lecture me, I would have asked." She snarks, getting up. She unlocks the door and goes inside, even though she's not ready. She'd rather face all this than be with the man her brother's being right now. She keeps her eyes downcast, passing through the front lounge/kitchen area and going straight to the bedroom. It's nostalgic. The bed's still made with the red duvet and grey pillows, just like Laura left it all those years ago. Jessie goes and sits down on the bed, hiding her face in her hands when tears overcome her again.

"Laur..I don't know about this. One of us should come with you." Jessie says, looking at her older sister.

"She's right Laura." Derek nods. "Jess can look after herself here for awhile, I should come with you." He says.

"No. My decision is final. You both stay and I go." The alpha finalises. "I'll check in every couple hours." She says.

"Laura.." Derek sighs.

"I'll be fine." Laura reassures, looking between them both. "Give me a hug." She says with a soft smile.

Jessie's pulled from her memory when she hears the front door open again. She knows who it is, there's only one person dumb enough to come near an angry and upset Hale, and that's another Hale. She knew her brother wasn't just going to take her lip and then turn around and leave. No, it doesn't work like that. She already feels bad enough though. She blames herself for, for once, not being stubborn enough to sway her sister into letting either her or Derek go back to Beacon Hills with her. She could have stopped this from happening, she could have done something, but she didn't. And her sister's dead because of that. At least, that's what Jessie believes.

She can hear her brother walking around, probably looking around as he's never been in here before. She tries to stop herself from crying because her tears both upset and make her brother feel uncomfortable. Neither are very good with empathy or sympathizing, that was one of Laura's many good traits. Laura was the one that would calm down Jessie after a nightmare or settle her when she was upset. Laura's the one that knew what they needed when they needed it, without asking or being told. She was the glue, Derek and Jessie are the pieces. Jessie needs her sister, both of them do. Jessie can't fill Laura's shoes, she's doesn't think she can.

"Here." Derek says, stopping in front of his distressed sister. Jessie wipes her eyes before looking up at him. She chuckles weakly, seeing the half empty bottle of tequila in Derek's out-stretched hand. "Take it, it'll help." He says. She nods and takes it from his hand. She takes the cap off and brings it to her lips as her perturbed brother leans againist the door-frame. "Easy." He says in light warning when he notices Jessie trying to drink too much at once. She listens, settling the bottle in her lap and swallowing the acid-like liquid, leaving her throat burning. Derek understands his sister's need to drown her sorrows, he's do it too if werewolves were able to get drunk, but she's human and he has to look after her. Derek stays quiet, just letting his eyes roam around the small house as his sister silently sips away at the soothing liquid.

The front room, where the front door is, it's most of the house. It's small, with a table beside the kitchen area. There's a couch but no tv. There's this room, the one bedroom that would have belonged to Laura. And there's another room, small, the bathroom. Toilet, sink, shower/bath. The basics. Everything you need to get by. It's nothing compared to the Hale mansion that once stood proudly before it was burned to rubble and soot, but it's something.

Derek walks over to the couch and sits down, still looking around. It still smells very faintly of Laura. It's comforting and upsetting at the same time. His eyes fall to the tall, black bookshelf beside the couch. This must have been the reading space, Laura was a fan of books, just like her siblings. Derek takes a book off the shelf, one on werewolf mythology, and wastes time skimming through it. It's obvious Jessie needs some time to unwind and settle down, something Derek wished he could help with but he doesn't know how. Not like Laura did. Hence why he turned his sister to a bottle instead of his own shoulder. Derek decides he will stay here with her though instead of going back to the old Hale house. Jessie, sober or not, isn't in a state to be alone right now. The air recks of anxiety and tears, Derek hates the fact that both scents come from Jessie.

"I'm sorry." Derek catches wind of the slurred whisper. "I'm so sorry Derek." Now he knows he heard that. He looks up at Jessie but her glassey eyes are glued to the bottle of tequila in her hands.

"For what?" Derek asks, confused as to why she's apologising to him.

"I don't hate you." She says, not answering his question. "You know that, right?" She asks, finally looking up at him. Guilt flashes in her eyes as she thinks of how she treated her brother no more than an hour ago. She's just hurting and she can't see or think straight right now.

"I know that Jess. I think you need to go to bed." Derek says, getting up. He goes over to her, helping her move back as she's unsteady from the amount of alcohol she's managed to suck down in the short period of time.

"I'm sorry I let Laura come alone..I'm sorry I let her get hurt." Jessie says, her voice cracking. Derek sighs as he realises she's putting that blame on herself. Jessie's the youngest, if it's anyone's fault Laura came back alone, Derek thinks it's his.

"Come on, time for bed." He says, moving the bottle to the bedside table and helping Jessie into bed. Derek can't help the swirl in his gut as he puts his little sister to bed. It's been close to 10 years since he's actually helped her into bed and tucked her in like this. Jessie was 8 and Derek was 12. Jessie was crying and upset over something Derek no longer remembers. But he remembers carrying her to bed and tucking her in, kissing her head and saying goodnight. That part he remembers. "Get some sleep Jessie." He says, looking down at his grieving sister. She curls into the blankets, trying to hide from the tragedy that took place, hoping to wake up and it all have been a nightmare. Sadly, that's not going to happen. Derek presses a kiss to his sister's head before leaving the bedroom, taking the bottle of tequila with him. He goes into the kitchen and washes the leftover alcohol down the sink, leaving the bottle on the counter and going back over to the couch. The emotionally drained wolf sits down and lets his eyes shut, hoping to catch at least a little sleep of his own tonight.

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